Posted: 16/04/2014 at 23:27
Llanelli, so-called 'Great Welsh' (but we know there's only one of those), marathon.
While everyone was pounding along London's streets to see if they were paved with gold I was traipsing up and down the coast path in the Millennium Coast Park, Llanelli, down at heel.
Timing was a bit tight and arrived only about 10 mins before the start but OK here since you can park only 50m from the start/finish line.
A bit arbitrary but I thought I'd set out at 8:45 miling which would lead to a 3:49 finish. This seemed reasonable and indeed it was for the first 17 miles. I was even trying to help one or two first-time marathoners with their pacing. But after mile 17 I was losing 15s a mile and at mile 21 I had to dive into the Discovery Centre to use the gents. The queues for the loos at the start were so long I would have missed the start but 21 miles was just about as far as I could go before the onset of some dreadful internal injury.
Coming out I was feeling light-headed and could see fluorescent yellow borders around everything, the familiar sign of hypoglycaemia. I was walling, unusual for me.